You are witnessing my dear readers the emergence of a great talent. Yesterday I performed some of my work to 15 tables at a local cafe charity event, and sold ten of my books.
I strongly recommend you row across whatever ocean you need to navigate, to purchase your signed copy. With combined effort we can amass enough funds to pay mad professor Enid Mush for one of his new fangled sky rockets to send Ronald Phart to some far off planet, where we will never have to look at his clown like orange face again.
Do I get a hallelujah to that?

FUNNY MONEY.

I don’t like modern humour, all that swearing, embarrassment laughter
What I like is sophistication, a prat in a yellow Reliant that’s not what I’m after
Two Ronnies or Morcambe and Wise? only one pair brought tears to my eyes
One was humour quite subtle and funny, the other just crude like custard pies

Spike Milligan now there was a fellow, quite mad of course but never shallow
Peter Sellers mm not so funny, I found him false and he left my mind fallow
Monty Python that wriggling snake, often hilarious but often fake
Mrs Browns boys, man dressed as woman, Oh, no, no for goodness sake!

Ronald Phart not his real name, not at all funny just inane
“He’s a great leader” someone told me, that can’t be right that’s just insane
So to the question then “What do I find funny?”
How someone like Mush can have all that money.

All words Meadowhead Bard.